October 29, 2018

A Walk in the Planetary Sun

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I enjoy every day both arriving to work and leaving at the end of the day. The job is situated atop the ravine systems of Toronto. The views are terrific. Great distances down I’ve seen deer, coyotes, great blue herons, 7 varieties of hawks, rabbits scamper out along the way as well. Our vast light industrial plaza or ‘village’ of warehouse buildings and other businesses all in the same style, ringed by a cliff dropping to the ravine and a local brook. I call it the oversion river since I can never determine its name. There’s a Glen Brook bus stop but why would you call a brook, Glen Brook? Why not call it a Brook Glen? Oversion River, connects the waters of the west with the waters of the east, going under Dufferin.

Usually the mornings are the best for photos.
Early starts result in dazzling dawn sunshine
and maximum wildlife. Afternoon exits get sunset tunnels
and sometimes I really do just and turn go the other way.
In the mornings I only think about it.
Turning the corner
This is where that lead

To Sheer Beauty, as some roads do.

And the thing about a sun like that is that you can turn
and see what it is shining on


August 20, 2018

Recent News Less Covered

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A lot on my plate to discuss with recent developments
in otherwise unfollowed concerns.

The brook gulley brook that goes under Dufferin North at the 44oo Dufferin bus stop
has been facing the squeeze. Storm releases, sudden enormous almost combustive
sewer awful smells and foam. Nightmarish for me since I’ve had so many encounters with rabbits deer ducks herons wild cats and little birds down in that gulley, regular families of birds

You could smell it all up in the street

And there it goes out into the reservoir, but at least there’s been a sense of a plan.
I called 311 a few weeks ago about the phenomenon. It’s such a thoroughly obscure locale
it took piles of explanation to say where it was. There were reports of the bad algae out Humber Bay

and then the water slowly fills with the animals that die in the poisin water
making it get more toxic, all the animals and birds that rely on the water

And then indeed city workers showed up analyzing it
and putting in these filters. Like hay.

They had them set up at various points along the way.
Lower taxes means doing less things like that,
and the outcome leads to our extinction.

And in other unreported news,

One of the talismans of the sky appeared friday evening
with much uproar in the preceding clouds

August 5, 2018

Sparrows perfect days

Filed under: Uncategorized — oversion @ 3:02 pm

Mostly about photos this one. A testament to the difficulties of the world
and of the necessity of some joy in each day. Some perfect sublime moments.

For instance in the afternoon

of a hot workday rain, the sparrows had a lasting deep puddle to frolic in
Where I was working I could see them through the shipping doors
landing delightedly

at the nearest edge of water and having a beak full
then stepping into it.

In such hot weather it’s tough seeing other people and birds and animals suffer.

Few adjust more quickly than sparrows to anything, but they do experience
die off in extreme hot and extreme cold, and who needs to witness that while working?



The sight of the puddle was uplifting. Hot days I put out some seed for them
in shady areas. There’s a dove couple and a cardinal couple that visit.
But mostly I’m just leading my group of sparrows

to the most success they can have and all the sparrows in the area. The entirety of the sparrow world is spirit family.

Not to discount people in other areas who look after their sparrows.

And let’s not overstate things. I love the sparrows, but am in love with the Doves.

The euphoria one the doves fly in, always an hour and 20 minutes late

for dinner, but enthusiastically arriving…  and they’re always so happy about it, such tender beings and

surprised every time.



More often one at a time but sometimes both.
The sparrows are used to them now.

They dine in peace








You’ve probably wondered how birds react to birds from further south staying the winter. Bird world and human world possibly similar. The doves staying the winter was big news to my world last winter, what with the disasters in their migratory path and the fact Texans make them the most often shot bird on the planet teaching their kids to hunt in this era of pitiable wildlife being spatially eliminated by human needs for expansion and deer and rabbit and bears suffering heat waves.

Global warming: a curse on life,

from the real addicts,

Oil companies in numerous well known countries.

The doves are better off wintering here,

and they have some winterizability.

The cardinals winter here too obviously,

and gets along fine with the doves.

Dove offspring look just like plump starlings.

Always so neatly groomed. Cardinal in flight photo still to get some day. You wait them out and they wait you out then flash gone. A stop and start speed faster than the human mind. 021

June 23, 2018

The Downs of Downsview

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There’s a plateau of land coming in from the north
Vast flatlands with winds from as far north as Sault
Ste Marie and Thunder Bay, temperatures 10 degrees colder
than down the ravines into the city of Lower Toronto

Not that I’m complaining. When life is easier.
when trees are fresh, life is good.

sci fi times, even the supernatural community is wondering, wtf iwp

That said, in real time, this is as good as it gets

June Rain

February 5, 2018

2018 TTC

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Needs to be a lot calmer environ.

Myself what people can’t see is that my left leg doesn’t bend or fold.
It’s a really TTC injury, relevant no place else,
but I can’t be jammed vertical into one of those no=knee=room seats at all,
it’s physically impossible, and I take up a lot more space if airborne.
Rather die in a ditch in the country than do the sardine can.
Zen, but I’d say no if asked going in.
I’d say no. Not going to die that way.
Identify with birds. My legs are like luggage.
Like pianos. And my coat and back pack
it’s like sending an antelope north

The system overloads if there’s any problem at all is the issue

but many weeks it all goes fine

December 10, 2017

Barlow wins Pulitzer for long email to friend, and other news

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Needless to say, I was glad to win the Pulitzper Prize for any reason
but was doubly impressed that what I won for was this email to one other person.
Talking on the phone is only good for light things. It takes a long email
to get everything and I do mean everything out there and dealt with on that
first go, and only then can you begin to think about it in the contexts required
toward how the world actually proceeds, and not just reflection and refraction.
Inevitably true science requires that level. Correspondence whole.

Had to decline the Pulitzer though. Totally private correspondence,

si cela ne vous dérange pas
Pulitzer Nobel Peace Prize
free speech awards
save the animals keep lakes alive
get the plastic out of the ocean preserve water;.

X biodiversity will last us out

November 26, 2017

Jazz of Lost Sunsets

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It was maddening. We’d readied the skid hours before and called it in.
It was to be a rare this year day, I’d actually leave early.
The last coworker took off at three, or a few minutes before. (*Molly)
And I really had no worries. They’re so reliable. We’d told them 3.

I went out back and found the world transformed. It was like the
greatest spiritual event ever in my lifetime were happening, due west.
The entire sky was aglow, was amazing,

…And all I needed was for the truck to come take the skid
and I was in the perfect area to chase down that sunset

4:30pm as per protocol I call to confirm all’s well with the pickup
“They’ll be there by 5” “Not until 5?”
“They will be there before 5.”
“I can’t leave until they come. If it’s before 5, fine.”
Call back at 5:10. “half an hour away”

Meanwhile the sky has done every imaginable thing in the meantime
but I’ll never know why. What was going on beyond the building?

October 3, 2017

Pass their message on

Filed under: Uncategorized — oversion @ 12:50 pm

Pretty much bouncing around in the agro of having more
sickening spectacles rain down on life
with the world’s pronounced habit of doing so these days.
It’s painful think of at all, it’s so constant, all the time,
you cannot let it devour reality. Focus on it and stress
or embrace the rest of life and breathe and prevail.

My Saturday night writing oddly prescient to the vibe of this
coming, an interesting diversion in my “Italian Cinema” poem:

“Suddenly in scene after scene
the one or two humans present
were riddled with bullets
from a sizeable handheld automatic weapon
(weapons with no other purpose but crime and overkill
which are legally sold for some reason –
the taxes the government share on violence)”

I can forward the whole piece over.
Primarily it had been the write up of a film
that veers around, and that one bend
was an interesting moment, not in the original plan,
more like the little finger in the shining squeeking redrum redrum

It’s demented, all of it is, every scratchy paranoic thought out there
and the lunatics to put their guns where their minds are.

That said, I figure I road it out well, not watching CNN at all
on Sunday nights or Monday mornings, hence my fb update
about the exploding guinness can commencing my birthday week last night
and celebration of the blizzard in Calgary this morning
almost come off as prescribed.

I will not be bullied into endless Walking Dead scenarios. Fuck the gunmens’ reality

Amid grieving and pain the living are bright shadows
absorbing all the love of their lost loved ones in their shadows.

And it was interesting how the birds reacted to the news
of such a relentlessly gratuitous mass shooting
like a tall tree filled with starlings and crows
who had heard the shots from this faraway this morning
looking at me who will never aim a gun and wouldn’t dream of shooting them
as if I were a hunter.

September 15, 2017

A Magical Day of Sky

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It became a wildly industrious workday,
but it was the profound depth of sky art
intervening at end of it all strolling to the bus.
As epic as a great movie.
Enjoying Lord of the Rings these evenings and it interconnects
through these cloud manouvers today, definitely messaging.

A thought struck me earlier.
People write of the stretch of time
after major life losses
being so stressful and rushed
and not “being able to grieve properly”

The thought that occured to me was that the feeling of it
of all the grievings not grieved properly
All of the deaths and heard of deaths
and periods of life and periods of time

All of them forever future and past

and the mass deaths
and the terrible prolonged centuries of oppression
the group deaths from which people try to rise
and the extinctions, in such a marvelous world

Past oppressions and ongoing oppressions
future deaths and past deaths and ways around dying
as in Tolkein “dwarves doors are invisible when closed’

There must be immense magic in the world
for things to be as powerful as they are
when it comes to love and loss. Something that powerful
in itself, instead of only as a surprise
when falling in love or grieving death.

August 16, 2017

Oversion on Charlottesville

Filed under: Uncategorized — oversion @ 1:23 pm


Well, I am still riding the initial wave of incredulity,
a sense of the impossibility of large masses of ku klux
fucking klan and nazis proudly defiantly marching,
and a President kissing their asses because
they’re his base.

It’s just something that can’t be the case.

And then you have the dialogue about ‘both sides’ being violent
when the only thing that makes sense is, as in world war two
for instance, you go to war with it. But there it is,
advocating self-defense equals advocating violence?
It’s a tight call. I wouldn’t want to do 25 to life
on account of these ignorant maggots.

It’s too much for civilians to undertake of course,
literally killing nazis and kkk.
It’s the public’s responsibility to make it clear it’s unacceptable
to hate on and terrify billions of other people.

It’s the government’s responsibility to deal with such sick menace.
KKK and Nazis espouse criminal intent, arm themselves,
and set forth on the night.
Who else is allowed to do this?
No one.

The other tall hurdle to discussing it is the whole business is so offensive
to so many people, you just cringe. As if there’s something you can say
to account for that. Ripping open old wounds really doesn’t help anyone.

But as to whether there’s been progress, the progress is massive.

The extra decade the older saw don’t easily translate
to the mixed medley of cultural developments by the end of the 80s.
The main stream today that is outraged and appalled and sternly reacting,
from CEOs to gentrifiers to Walmart workers and angered children,
as of the 70s would have been living in homogenized communities
with families divided and fighting about the issue,
if there were any anti-racists present at all.

The way it worked was the nicer people would not be engaging in any of it
but right out in the mainstream, behaving as if everyone agreed,
would be directly racist talk, often baffling:
Ontarians with French last names caustically anti-french,
*I had previously lived in Quebec, and found this one very strange;
people with a native ancestor who talked about “indians”
with cruel nastiness. Little tyrants that would
always have a clique and go around bullying people
and making it an issue if you didn’t say hateful things,
“like you were judging them”
Goaders toward racism just about anywhere you might go,
likewise anti-gay and violently hating on myriad categories of people
while a choir of virulent mysogenists chimed away.
At any level of the society. The rich are the most racist
or the working class is the most racist?

Getting it to be not like that has been truly worth it.
It was dense and more comprehensive than imaginable.
If you befriended somebody on their target list, or were simply nice to them,
or polite to them, you were flagged for a problem.
Amateur gestapo automotons that were prominent in the primary
narrative, and now are not but only candidates for colon cancer
like anyone else

It was an insipid disgusting culture, oppressive within and toxic outward, mean.
It’s buffering base was people lacking such a noxious mental illness themselves
but taking a boys will be boys attitude with it, boys right the way up to grandparents,
with a mix of “oh well, they’re passionate about their family, heritage, home crowd, loyal,”
and “they’re the ones that would be defending us if we were attacked,”
and “they’re all part of who we are”
but also they formed the deepest roster of violent strength
and were generally well connected with police and the local networks
of who decides what. So friendly kind hearted people were under siege all the time
and apt to be threatened.

And it could be hopelessly difficult for minorities to get jobs.
At various points jobs would be scarce in the first place.
But you’d have management viewing it as stress to have to
accomodate a minority employee unless in some highly particular way.
“The front office would all be afraid of him, Jim would have a nervous breakdown
and the secretaries would be throwing up in the toilets all day.
No, we don’t need that,” they’d chuckle, “hell no.”

Today, it’s just commonplace. It’s not some huge effort.
I don’t have to explain why I get along with anyone based on any pressure.
It’s not even a thing one does, it’s just another new coworker in the building
across countless forms of workworld. And in restaurents and bars,
and on sidewalks. We are all the infinite others in the world

There are definitely still nasty people around,
but they’re a bitter writhing rejected contingent,
brewing their deprived narcissism in fringe groups.
Renewed racism isn’t going to fix their lives
or give them back a privileged life.

Nor can you unmulticultural a culture.

Those nazi and kkk have already lost, totally.
They’ve literally in the real world lost.

They’re fucking done.

As if the military will “go back to being” all white,
as if Amazon will suddenly narrow itself, …they’ve lost,
it’s never going back to how it was.
Only these rare few even want it to,
and Trump wanted them to help win his election.
“He’s going to favour Americans”
in a way Trump is what will out them
and hopefully root out the last of it.

And then as sane people we can figure out
how to relate to the rest of the world,
collectively, all of us.
And how to solve problems and fix actual things
and stay out of wars and care for our water and oxygen better.
There’s a saying when many life forms are going extinct:
“If they’re dying we’re dying.” It’s the core of human morality.

It’s true. Humans are a kind of collectivity of all things
because of our mirror minds our uncanny 3d imitation form of learning
and the other side brain’s ability to actually store
instinctually discovered things
and align it with similar data over time
and build superstructure into living,
like Monarchs or golden triangles.

Beautiful multicoloured artworks come to life. Days on this wily planet.

My best to you all,

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